Tall Dark And Handsome Novels & Stories

I noticed that Tylor's knuckles had turned pale because he gripped the wheels too hard. He was really good looking. I wouldn't deny that. The hazel curls that hung loosely on his head had been cropped down a little at his sides. I watched the morning sun slip through his long eyelashes then harshly hit his orbs making his green pupils gleam ever so brightly. No man can make green look as sexy as he does. His chiseled jaw held a stern look that commanded authority and dominance. Tylor's pink full lips parted a little, this is something he did whenever he drove. It was kinda his pensive mode. He was good looking and he knew it. In fact, the whole school population knew this. Cliché enough, you

Chocolate to the left, vanilla to the right, the red velvet slices sitting in the middle because they were royalty. Maya leaned over my shoulder and whispered . “Charlotte, say something” I didn’t look up. “What?” Maya’s voice dropped slightly, like she was trying not to make it obvious “He’s still staring at you.” That made my hand pause. “Okay and?” “And he’s hot.” I rolled my eyes. “Maya, that’s not helpful.” “I’m being serious. Tall, dark, mysterious, very I ruin lives for fun energy.” He was actually tall, dark skinned and very very super sexy. Okay snap out if it, Charlotte.

Till the person had called her name. "Susanna" Turning to the direction at which her name was called, her eyes widened as she saw who it was. He appeared so handsome just standing at the door, in all his grandeur. A tailored black suit with a charming red tie. His facial features were babyish, big eyes, soft skin and a button nose. His chiseled jaw lifted with a proud, pleasant smile. His eyes a sparkling blue, so much like Hannah's, and his soft, feather-like black hair brushed away from his brow. He was charming and smart.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

According to them, nothing unusual had happened in the castle while I was gone. But I knew better. Someone with dark magic was somewhere within these castle walls. The hunt feast was about to begin. I entered the hall with Amara, hand in hand. She wore a beautiful red evening gown. After the opening speech, the hall filled with the aroma of roasted meats, fresh herbs, and sweet desserts. Golden platters held roasted vegetables, spiced breads, and delicate pastries. Crystal goblets shimmered with red and white wine. Amara hesitated at the table, glancing at the food before looking back at me. I gave her a steady, reassuring look.

She paused and then pushed the door open wanting to get it done with already. His pictures online, seeing his outline at the club, nothing came close to what he looked like up close, nothing had done justice to The devastatingly handsome cold stare on his face, his long elegant leg that he drummed on his laps. He had dimples, she had seen it in one of his pictures, and had expected that it will make him less intimidating, maybe cute but she couldn't excuse his dark Aura that sent chills down her spine. There was nothing remotely cute about the man she was standing in front of. He was dark-skinned, the perfect Alpha male. Nobody should be this handsome and still be powerful. It was unfair!

Rhysand. Tall, dark-haired, devastatingly handsome in a black shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He stood at the urinal, magnificent cock in hand—thick, long, veined, already half-hard. I froze, staring. He didn’t flinch or cover up immediately. Instead, he took his time, those intense eyes locking onto mine as he slowly tucked himself away and zipped up with deliberate calm. “You lost, sweetheart?” His voice was low, rough velvet.

The one who had the nerve to sound amused while I was literally dying. In daylight, he was worse, pretty worse. Tall, way too tall with broad shoulders under a black hoodie pushed halfway up his forearms. He had dark hair, messy in that irritating way that looked accidental, but somehow perfect anyway. A strong jaw that probably belonged in a cologne ad, sharp cheekbones, crooked mouth that looked like it enjoyed causing problems and his eyes, dark, watchful and obviously MEAN! For a weirdo, he was unfairly handsome. Annoyingly, Offensively, Stupidly handsome.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

The man is undoubtedly gorgeous, but his expression makes me uncomfortable. Thankfully, Argent and the others show up at that moment. As soon as I see him, I rush to his side. Argent takes my hand and leads me to the men. One of them has dark hair, obsidian eyes, and a muscular frame. He’s definitely what I would describe when I think, tall, dark, and handsome. And unlike the other man who just walked in, he gives me a friendly smile.